Portrait Day 17: My Dear Dario

Where do I even begin?  Honestly, I'd need an book the size of the Pacific to describe all of the adventures and stories that Dario and I have been through.  There are few people on this planet as unique as he is, and even fewer that are as loyal of a friend.

I met Dario because Chase, Matty, and I shared a whisky & coke in the back of a 757. We fell in love with each other instantly, and the next week I moved in with the three of them and six others at a little crash pad in Kew Gardens, NY.  LIttle did I know what I was in for... How much we would laugh, how many wheels of Portugese cheese he would feed me, how many practical jokes he would attempt at my expense, or how much I would love him.  

We have ridden the streets of Amsterdam together (and gotten lost), gone on veggie diets then pigged out at Argentinian steak houses, scoured the endless rows of vendors at the Oakland swap meet for things we don't need, and ridden pantless on the Muni, amongst a million other moments over the past 15 years.  Dario is my friend, my rock, and my partner in crime.  He'll walk through airport security with a gigantic rubber ducky for me and not bat an eye.  But he will always regret the Whale!...

 

 

Dario.

Dario.